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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.