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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.