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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
The Motions,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.