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 Sweden 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
JFA,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.