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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 The Moody Blues to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.