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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.