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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Crime,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.