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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.