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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Smog,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Josef K,
UT,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.