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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.