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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.