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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.