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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Smog,
June Days,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.