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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.