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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Cluster,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.