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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.