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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 U.S. Maple to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.