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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.