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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Hashim to the grunge 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.