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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.