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 Canada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Technova,
The Index,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.