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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.