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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.