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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.