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 Tunisia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.