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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Pole,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.