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 London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.