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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.