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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.