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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.