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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.