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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.