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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.