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 Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.