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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.