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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.