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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 oboe 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
MDC,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
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.