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 France and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.