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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cure to the crunk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.