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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.