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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Edmonton and London.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.