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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Technova,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.