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 Namibia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Nico,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.