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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.