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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Smog,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.