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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Ituana,
UT,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.