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 United States and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.