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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.