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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.