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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.