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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.