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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.