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 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.