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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
10cc,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.