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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.