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 Russia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 kango's stein massive to the rap 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.