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 Azerbaijan and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Sonics to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.