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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.