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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Supertramp to the jazz 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.