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 Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.