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 France and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.