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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.