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 Libya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Television,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.