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 Iceland 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.