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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Glenn Branca to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.