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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.