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 the UAE and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.