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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the rap 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.