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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
The Names,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.