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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
ABBA,
The Slits,
DNA,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
New Order,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.