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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Television,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.