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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Fear,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.