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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.