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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Deepchord to the punk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.