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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Nas,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.