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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.