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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.