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 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
the Association,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.