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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Public Enemy to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.