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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.