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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.