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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Pantytec to the grime 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.