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 East Timor and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.