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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.