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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ken Boothe to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Index,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.