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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.