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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.