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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
ABC,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.