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 Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.