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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Nas,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.