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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.