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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.