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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.