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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.