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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Liliput,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.