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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
June Days,
Jandek,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.