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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.