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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.