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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.