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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Japan,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.