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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon 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?
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.