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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.