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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 The Gap Band to the punk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.