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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.