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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.