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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.