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 South Africa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.