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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 guitar 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.