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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.