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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.