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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.