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 Singapore and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.