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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.