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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.