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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Wings,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.