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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.