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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.