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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.