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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.