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 Montenegro 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Patti Smith to the disco 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Scientists,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.