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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.