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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
The Remains,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.