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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.