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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.