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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pussy Galore to the rap 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.