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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.