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 China and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Human League,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.