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 Turkey and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.