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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.