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 Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
X-101,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.