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 Syria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.