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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.