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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Brick,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.