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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.