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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.