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 Cuba and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
UT,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.