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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the funk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.