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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
the Association,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.