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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 The Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.