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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 sitar 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 R.M.O. 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.