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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.