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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Magma,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.