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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.