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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lakeside to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.