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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.