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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Banda Bassotti 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.