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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.