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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Ponytail to the techno 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.