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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
AZ,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.