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 Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Davy DMX 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.