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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 rhodes 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Can,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.