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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.