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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 sitar 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 Patti Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.