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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
UT,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.