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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Blackbyrds 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.