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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the grime 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.