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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
X-101,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.