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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.