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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.