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 Panama 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.