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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
10cc,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.