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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.