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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.