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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the grunge 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.