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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Intrusion 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.