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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.