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 China and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.