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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.