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 Colombia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Ituana,
Nico,
10cc,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Television,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.