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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
The Names,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.