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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.