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 Tonga 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.