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 Belarus 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Busters to the grunge 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.