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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Franke,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.