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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.