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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.