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 Bhutan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 The Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.