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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 clarinet 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 Procol Harum to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.