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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.