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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.