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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.