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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.