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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Can,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.