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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.