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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.