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 Netherlands 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.