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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.