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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.