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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Hashim 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.