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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Japan,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.