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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.