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 Gabon 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Slave to the grunge 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
PIL,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.