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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.