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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Mars,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.