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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.