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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
ABC,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.