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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.