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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Franke,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.