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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.