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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.