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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.