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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.