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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.