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 Botswana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the jazz 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.