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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.