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 Namibia and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Count Five to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.