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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.