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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.