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 Tanzania 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the crunk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.