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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Flipper,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Pole,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.