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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the grunge 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
MDC,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.