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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 June Days to the electroclash 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.