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 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.