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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.