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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.