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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.