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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soft Machine to the punk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.