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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.