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 Qatar and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Severed Heads to the grime 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.