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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.