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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.