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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.