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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.