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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Divine Comedy 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Crime,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.