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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Japan,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.