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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.