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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.