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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.