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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Quantec,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.