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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.