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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 The Names to the disco 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.