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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.