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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
The Sound,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.