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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Gun Club to the punk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.