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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.