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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.