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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
June Days,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.