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 India and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.