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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sight & Sound 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.