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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.