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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.