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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.