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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.