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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Organ,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.