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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Move to the rap 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.