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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Mandrill to the grunge 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.