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 Liberia and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the disco 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.