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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
the Human League,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Swans,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
X-102,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.