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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
June of 44,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.