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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.