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 San Marino and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Lalann 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.