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 South and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.