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 Qatar and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 güiro 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.