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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 marimba 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Swans,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.