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 Italy and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.