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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.