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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.