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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.