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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 The Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.