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 Suriname 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.