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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.