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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the disco 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.