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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
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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.