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 Eritrea and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fania All-Stars to the disco 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Inner City,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.