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 Kiribati 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.