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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
The Human League,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.