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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Newcleus,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.