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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.