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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.