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 Germany and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.