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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Country Teasers to the punk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.