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 India and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.