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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Dead C to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Wings,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.