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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.