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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.