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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.