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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
UT,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.