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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the funk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO 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?
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.