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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.