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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.