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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.