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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.