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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the grime 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.