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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.