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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move 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?
Chrome,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.