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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja 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?
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.