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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.