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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.