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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Franke,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.