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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 harpsichord 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 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?
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.