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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
John Holt,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.