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 Sudan 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.