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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Q65,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.