Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.