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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.