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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.