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 Spain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 UT to the techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.