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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.