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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.