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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Fear,
The Sound,
Smog,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.