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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Pierre Henry to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
JFA,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.