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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.