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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.