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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.