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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.