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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.