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 Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.