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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
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.