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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.