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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.