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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Pole,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.