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 Samoa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.