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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.