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 Norway 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Sound,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.