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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the jazz 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.