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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.