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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Pretty Things to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.