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 Serbia and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 snare 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.