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 Somalia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
X-102,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.