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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Gong,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.