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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.