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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.