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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mandrill to the crunk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.