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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.