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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.