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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.