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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.