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 Nauru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.