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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.