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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.