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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.