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 Egypt and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.