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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.