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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.