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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.