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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.