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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.