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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.