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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
X-102,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.