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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.