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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Main Source,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.