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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.