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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 güiro 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 The Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.