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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Lyres,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.