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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Smog,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.