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 Iran 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
New Order,
Mars,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.