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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 T. Rex to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.