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 Slovenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.