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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.