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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
June Days,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.