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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord 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 Fluxion 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.