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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.