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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Sam Rivers 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Nico,
The Move,
CMW,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Scion,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.