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 India and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.