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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.