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 Denmark and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.