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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.