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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Organ,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.