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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Standells 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
the Germs,
UT,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.