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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.