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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.