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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.