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 Israel 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.