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 Slovakia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.