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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Motorama,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.