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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.