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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 the Swans to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.