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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.