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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.