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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pretty Things to the funk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.