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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.