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 South Sudan 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.