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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.