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 Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Ice-T to the funk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.