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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.