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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.