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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.