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 Rwanda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Television,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.