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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Detroit Cobras to the punk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.