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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Krayola to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.