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 Togo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Mars,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.