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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.