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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.