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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.