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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.