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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
New Order,
The Names,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.