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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.