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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca 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?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.