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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.