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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.