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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.