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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.