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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
New Order,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.