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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.