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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.