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 Mexico and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Magma,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Urselle,
UT,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.