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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.