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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.