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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smiths to the dance 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.