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 San Marino 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.