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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.