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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
MC5,
a-ha,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.