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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.