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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.