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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the punk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.