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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
The Martian,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.