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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
X-101,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.