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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.