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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.