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 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Ronan,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.