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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.