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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Drexciya to the grunge 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Slave,
June Days,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.