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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.