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 Cape Verde 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 güiro 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 Amazonics to the jazz 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.