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 Dominica 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Smog,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.