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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 snare 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.