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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.