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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.