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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.