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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Invisible to the techno 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.