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 Honduras and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the rock 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.