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 El Salvador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Quantec to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.