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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Suicide to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.