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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.