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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.