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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Urselle to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
UT,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Q65,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.