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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.