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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.