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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
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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.