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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.