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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.