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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Q65,
AZ,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.