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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.