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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.