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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Iggy Pop 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.