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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Technova,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.