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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.