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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
10cc,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.