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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.