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 Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
This Heat,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
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.