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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.