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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the punk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.