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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Gang Green to the disco 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.