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 Rwanda 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the grunge 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.