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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Remains to the electroclash 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.