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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.