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 Comoros 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.