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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Neil Young,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
UT,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.