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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Can,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.