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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.