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 Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.