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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.