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 the UAE and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.