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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Country Teasers to the dance 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.