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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Ten City to the disco 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.