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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.