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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 the Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
The Residents,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.