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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Hashim,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.