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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.