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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.