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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.