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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.