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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.