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 Finland 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.