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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Simply Red to the punk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Ten City,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.