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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.