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 Colombia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.