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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.