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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.