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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.