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 Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.