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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
X-102,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.