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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 David Bowie 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Swans,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
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.