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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.