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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.