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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Black Dice,
Television,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.