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 Monaco 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Malaria! to the electroclash 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.