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 Samoa 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.