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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.