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 Gambia and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Television,
Swans,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.