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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
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.