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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.