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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.