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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Bobby Womack to the techno 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.