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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.