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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.