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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.