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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.