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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.