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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.