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 Venezuela and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.