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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.