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 Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.