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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Technova,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.