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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Dawn Penn 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.