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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.