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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.