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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman to the disco 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.