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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.