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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.