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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Roy Ayers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
The Names,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.