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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.