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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Visage,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.