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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.