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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Brick,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.