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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the rap 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.