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 Costa Rica and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the grime 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.