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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joey Negro to the rock 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Scion,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.