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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.