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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.