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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ten City to the grunge 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.