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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.